[...]
The one baloney, they all know the Rienco, and they find he's here, they
lock each other down.
It's time they hear the manpapa, popping three more, them cars tipped
by mama, and holy hands.
Look at the yankees, you start to wait for me, one day for me too.
I'll be so sweet to you, like the color of the manpapa.
We need a shining star, mark your baby, up on your heels.
I'll be here in history, I'll be friends like men don't do.
It's time you ask me, I'll give you two, I'll be caca.
And when you're in caca, you'll lock mama, hula-la, hula-la,
mama-mama, mama-mama.
Hop in [... ] cars tipped by mama, and holy hands.
[...] you start to wait for me, one [... ] me too.
I'll be so sweet to you, like the color of [... ]
We need a shining star, mark your baby, [...]
I'll be [...] be friends like men don't do.
It's time you ask me, I'll give you two, I'll be caca.
And when you're in caca, you'll lock mama, hula-la, hula-la, mama-mama.